WARNING! This story is about sex with a dead pregnant woman in the mourge. DO NOT! read this if that is something you find sick or offensive!

If you like it, let me know. I love stories involving pregnant or nursing mothers. I wold love to tak to you. There are few of us that are into this stuff.

The ride to the morgue was a dark blur. It was after 3 AM when his doorbell rang. It was the police, and they wanted to know if an April Wilson was his daughter-in-law. He said she was, and was stunned to hear that she had been killed in a car accident just hours earlier. His son was out of the country, and he was the only relative the authorities could find. He broke down at the shocking news. April was only 23, young and full of life. She was also 7 months pregnant with his first grandchild.

Arriving at the morgue, he was met by a pretty young woman who identified herself as Beth. She explained that she was the on-call attendant, and she needed him to positively identify the body. After leading him down what seemed to be an endless warren of hallways, Beth opened the windowless door to a small room. Before them was a stainless steel table with a sheet-draped body on it. From the bulges under the sheet he could tell it was a pregnant woman, and the petite height alone confirmed in his mind it was April. Without a pause, Beth pulled back the top of the sheet, and he was staring at the lifeless eyes of his daughter-in-law. He broke down and began to sob. “I’ll leave you alone with her for as long as you need”, said Beth softly, “I’ll be back at the front desk, take as much time as you want.”

After a few moments he regained his composure. Even in death, April was a lovely young woman. Her long dark brown hair was spilled out around her pretty face, and her large brown eyes looked up lifelessly from above her high cheekbones. He began to stroke her hair back, and brushed his fingers across her cold full lips. Looking down at her chest, he realized that she was nude under the sheet as he could see enough of the tops of her large breasts to recognize that she didn’t have a bra on. Even before she was pregnant he admired her full breasts, motherhood only adding to her ample bosom. Without really thinking, he pulled the sheet down a bit more and stared in awkward silence as her large puckered dark brown areola and nipples came into view. Her breasts were broad and full, dark blue veins running out from her nipples like spider webs. She was at least a 36-D cup as best as he could tell, and despite a large ugly purple bruise over her left breast with a deep cut through it that exposed a glob of yellow fat she had some of the most beautiful tits he had ever seen.

Even though he knew it was wrong, he began to softly caress April’s cold right breast. It was wonderfully firm and filled his calloused hand perfectly. Working his way down to her semi-erect nipple, he began to roughly squeeze the breast and massage it towards the nipple. After a few moments, his efforts paid off as a drop of golden colostrum welled up from the tip of April’s thick nipple and hung there like a ball of morning dew. Leaning forward, he began to nurse from her lifeless breast like a hungry infant. April had talked about breastfeeding her child, but now her only moment of giving her precious mother’s milk was in death.

As he nursed from his dead daughter-in-law, his hands slid down over her huge swollen belly. He caressed her bulging tummy and played with her prominent navel. Leaving her breast, his mouth traveled down her stomach and played over her baby bump. Pulling his head back, he could see that the sheet had fallen away from April’s corpse and she lay exposed in all her naked pregnant glory. Ugly bruises and cuts marred her body, but still she was amazingly beautiful despite it all. Running his right hand down over the tuft of dark curly pubic hair at her crotch, he buried his fingers in her still warm vagina. She was dry, but it didn’t matter. Thrusting his hand in and out, he watched her belly jiggle as he finger fucked her.

Without a moment of thinking, he pulled off his pants and underwear and mounted the dead woman. He roughly jammed his throbbing erect cock in her dry hole, and felt her tear as he forced his way into her. Not that it mattered; April was dead and couldn’t feel pain anymore anyway. He began to violently fuck the dead mother and stared down in wonder at her flopping breasts and belly. She was so beautiful, and for a moment he felt a twinge of guilt for fucking his son’s dead wife. But before he could dwell on it he came inside her, his hot load splashing over her cervix and running out her vagina down her ass. Pulling out, he paused for a moment before thrusting his cock in her soft pink asshole. He pumped her ass a few times before collapsing down on her belly, his mouth again finding its way back to her nipple.

He lay there for a few moments, his still erect penis resting in the woman’s rectum, before he slowly pulled out and rolled off of her corpse. Brushing her hair back, he tried to restore April’s body to the way he found it and pulled the sheet back over her face. After cleaning himself up at the sink, he walked back and exposed the woman’s face. Leaning down, he kissed her softly on the lips and said goodbye.

No one ever knew…

Wow.great little story there.i would dare bet you are not the only one here with such desires.Thank you very much for contributing.

Thanks, it's nice to find a place where this is OK to talk about. Most sites are not very welcoming when it comes to dead moms.

More to come soon...

Thanks for this short story. Its not exactly what I like, but I was pleased to read a story about a pregnant woman. In some of my fantasies I'm pregnagt too.

Great one!